Zombie Apocalypse(RP)

Kat: -looks back at his hand- And the girls? -continues wrapping it-

 

Jack: the dad and the 5 year old were killed... I helped the 6 year old, but she was bit...

 

Kat: It's not your fault.. -finishes wrapping and sees theres a cut in his cheek- Hold on. Last one. -dabs it with a big of alcohol.

 

Drake: *was looking for survivors but got cornered by a huge hoarde and has exhausted all his ammunition so he is skillfully fighting with his sword

 

Jack: I had to... -looks at bat attached to rifle-

 

Drake: fuck zombies *fights with skill and suddenly his arm is bitten and then he fights hard already feeling himself turning into a zombie

 

Drake: *finishes off the hoard then collapses on the ground shaking uncontrollably

 

Kat: -stops dabbing his cheek and looks him in the eyes- *whispers* I understand...

 

Drake: *barfs his guts out and looks at his arm and realizes the bite didn't peirce his skin* apparently I shouldn't have eaten that Twinkie *stands up*

 

Jack: -looks down- am I done...?

 

Drake: *stands up in awful shape and stumbles towards the building Kat's in and weakly knocks on the door the collapses unconscious

 

Kat: Yeah hold on. -puts on butterfly bandage on his cheek- All done. -looks away and puts things back in first aid kit-
( FLUB!)

 

Jack: -laughs at band aid- you hear that?

 

Kat: -looks at door- Uh huh. Wait here. Your hurt. -goes to door and opens it slowly, sees Drake- CRAP!!

 

Jack: -yells- what's wrong!?!

 

Kat: -touches the bridge of her nose and closes eyes, sighs- Its this stupid dumb ass.. -takes drake by the shoulders and drags him inside-

 

Jack: -looks at drake- that's what's wrong...

 

Drake: *mumbles* bad Twinkie

 

Kat: No this guys shot me with a sleeping dart and took off ALL of my clothes to see if I didn't have weapons. -rolls eyes, take out first aid kit again-

 

Jack: -laughs- right checking for weapons -winks-